Gypsy Wagon Liberater - A Poem

Awake and alone this night

I begin to forget about you –

Relief soars through me and I relax.

This great weight no longer there,

But here’s the thing I wonder still..

Wandering lost and stumbling

No light from my

Gypsy wagon liberator

On these saggy droopy guises

Thinking thoughts of I and you

And you and me –

And suddenly

Clouds drift

And I am fucking free –

Branches reaching

I am a tree -

Never lost –

I was never shivering

Next to blank spots

As the covers cleared.

And so sudden

It’s like a bottle left to drift past

Everest and somewhere left of the Bermuda.

I realize now

You could never save me

And that the passion inside

Was not what you gave me

I love you….

Sure.

But I am beyond

A fury you fear to cross -

You fear to become –

As surely as memories

of you inside me echo -

I fly not on borrowed wings

But on the back of eagles

Who gift me with sight -

And smell -

And awareness -

of twitching predatory prey

I am high

Climbing

So far up

That you

Can’t see me.

And with great sadness -

I sigh -

Empty.

I breathe -

And joy

it fills me,

With it’s seed.